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[R] a fugitive resentment in his eyes {Faustite x Axinite}

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PostPosted: Thu Aug 30, 2018 6:11 am


Seldom had he received summons to a general sovereign's office, and each time he made the trip, a great boon or a great dread came out of it. Never had he left with the feeling of blasé sameness, as all fate liked to coalesce beyond their unassuming doors, with the smoke of dread eking out from behind the jamb.

Sometimes that awareness brought with it wary intuition. Faustite felt it himself — an inexplicable sourness in his mouth, creeping like a pall, staining his palate. He kept walking. He moved away from the taste. Yet it haunted him, remained steadfastly hooked into his tongue. He swallowed and tasted that sourness over again. Seconds, like he just vomited. Like he'd do so again.

Faustite forced himself up the stairs, through their broken corridors, across the better parts of the old Citadel that remained ghosts of their selves, not yet wholly transformed by the surrounding cavern devouring it. He crossed from cave crystal to stone to cave crystal again, then to stone and finally wood. Here, the halls stayed lit with crystalline bouquets that sat upon sconces. Their purple light diffused through the area, chasing away shadows, dulling the different shades of black and rot to a muted purple. He knocked, and the sound fell dead. It never echoed.

Negaspace, he decided, was too strange a reality to dislike. It defied expectation, choked away sentiment, but kept a ravenous beauty that mocked nature in how it grew and twisted and changed.

Faustite wasn't kept waiting, however, and was ushered into Axinite's office on a word. The knob twisted in his hand, half-ready to quit its gilding and dump it into his palm, and the door protested the move, but he crossed the threshold without incident. The door closed with an unearthly quietude behind him, and the ambience of his surroundings shifted drastically.

Axinite preferred his space like hearth and home, after all. "General King," came Faustite's raspy, tenor voice. The same show of reverence expected rote and mimicked perfect came next. "You wanted to see me."


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tl;dr: Remarque delivers to the GKs some information on the fight between Faustite and Sinope. Axinite has therefore summoned Faustite to his office to confront this rivalry aspect. This RP redirects Faustite's focus to more Negaverse-useful affairs, like the Rift mission.

For the GK discussion, here's some guidelines that would be primo for Faustite:
Yes -- Impersonal explanation of politics, that his skillset is better spent on more relevant targets, things that diminish the value of going after Sinope, reinforcement that Faustite is a protected agent (as in if Sinope tries more funny business, the GKs would know about it). Slapping him on the wrist for having escalated in the first place is fine though that will have an emotional impact
No -- Explanations centering on Faustite personally, like that he should stop for his own sanity/protection. Avoid specificity to him as an agent because there's no personal relationship yet established between him and any of the GKs. Don't overtly treat him with kid gloves even though this whole affair between him and Sinope is super juvenile.

Axinite has ICly been researching technology things+crystals so WHILE MY IDEA MIGHT NOT BE AS WELL FORMED ATM he might be able to ask if Faustite could pry himself from his revenge and help him retrieve some s**t from the Rift because not only is it a better application of his time and skills, it could benefit the Negaverse as a whole.[…] But if he needs crystals from the Rift, while a generic target...I mean, if there's a youma down there that's said to have special abilities or something, and it is so old it has crystals growing off of it, and axinite is like 'this youma seems to have x ability but i want to test the crystals growing on it since they seem related, so if you need a team to go investigate, give me a list of names. But you have a unique physiology that makes you more suited to this than any other agent. You're looking at a few days in the Rift probably, as it will require tracking the creature down and acquiring the crystals/etc' //then he/they get the crystals and after some tinkering they make a limited number of one-time-use items to be distributed among the group that participated in the mission, making them test subjects of it+possibly allowing the item to be released at a later date if needbe/or they simply can't ever find the youma again to recreate it/etc.
PostPosted: Sat Sep 22, 2018 8:32 pm


As per usual, Axinite's domain looked like he had put great effort into maintaining a certain warmness. It was not a feat one should have aspired to in a place as cold and unnatural as the Dark Kingdom, but he persisted all the same.

In some ways, he succeeded, but no matter how much effort he put into present a friendly office it did not change the fact that Faustite had been summoned here for a reason. Axinite greeted him with a smile, but it was somewhat short lived. He did not see agitated nor disappointed, but eager to clear the air.

"Faustite," he greeted. He gestured to one of the chairs in front of his desk. "Come take a seat." He gestured towards the plate of fresh cookies on his desk. "Something to eat? I have tea as well, to soothe the nerves. If you like."

Friendly, as per usual, but with an tone of caution.

Axinite was not a shy man; he chose his words carefully, but he was not timid and not afraid to speak his mind.

He did not waste time.

"I apologize for calling you here on such short notice," he began, and while there might have been some genuine apology in his voice there was no sympathy. "But there's something important I must ask you about."

He kept his eyes on him, and though he allowed him a few seconds to situate himself to find some position, some seat, that was comfortable, he promptly asked, "What can you tell me about Sinope?"

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PostPosted: Mon Sep 24, 2018 7:02 am


That Axinite began not with business, but with platitudes, spoke a measure about the man. That he placed great faith in those human conventions was unmistakeable in all their prevalence in his office — no other office in the Negaspace Citadel smelled of grandmother's kitchen, nor offered cookies and tea to agents of thievery and murder. But less audacious and more insidious was the belief that men could be manipulated to act more favorably under these pretenses, that they should do so, and to perform that notion so blatantly as to set the entering agent on edge.

Was it purposeful? The question lingered long after Axinite started speaking. Long after he drove conversation away from the silent acceptance of a cookie and a vague inquiry about the type of tea offered.

Faustite froze in checking the pot, its top still pinched between black fingers, when Axinite asked his question. His gaze then searched the sovereign for answers in the way he held his shoulders or set his expression, in the papers before him or the tasks surrounding him. But there were no reports with that name sitting on his desk ,no communicator calls ongoing with some kind of explanation. Did Schörl whisper the words in his ear? Had someone else planted that insidious doubt? Sinope himself was too impotent an actor to stir trouble for Faustite in the Negaverse's highest echelons; someone else stoked the Sovereign's curiosity.

Faustite drew a slow breath. The top found its way to the teapot once more and he took it up, poured as he spoke in practiced steadiness. "I wrote what I know about him in the Intelligence database." The tea topped off in the disposable cup, Faustite first sipped it to find it a touch bitter. He then hunted for proper remedies, though the actions were muddled by his absent thought.

"He's a user. A small-time thief that steals information to use against those most affected by it for his own gains. He's emotionally overwrought. Hyperdramatic. Arrogant. Easily affronted. Codependent.

"I could answer your question more satisfactorily if I knew why you were asking." His gaze reached Axinite from honeyed, milk-splashed tea.


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